We all play chess with Fate as partner. He makes a move, we make a move. He tries to checkmate us in three moves, we try to prevent it. We know we can't win, but we're driven to give him a good fight.

A good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.

When a human being kills an animal for food, he is neglecting his own hunger for justice.

While facts never become obsolete or stale, commentaries always do.

There is a permanent amnesia planted in us, which just as we keep forgetting our dreams, we sometimes keep on forgetting our reality.

Every body resisted (the slaughterer) in its own fashion, tried to escape and seemed to argue with the Creator to its last breath.

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.